The eye controls not the heart
Neither does the ear the mind
Wandering eyes, itchy ears
They wander and they itch
But not for naught
They arise not in a vacuum
But are products of the heart
And the consent of the mind
If the heart is regenerated
And the mind renewed
The eye will not revolt
Nor will the ear rebel
Against their disposition
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